Maureen was still gasping from Darren's brutal saliva play. While the culprit causing the woman to weaken on the edge of the bed was still leaning against the edge of the bed, looking up at the ceiling of the room that was filled with paintings of the night sky.Darren wasn't demanding what a man would normally want, he was just trying something different and it turned out that Maureen's satisfaction could make him a little proud to have survived."I'm not an escape from your problems." Maureen fixed her bathrobe and also sat on the floor, right next to Darren without getting closer. There was a distance she had deliberately created out of suspicion."Sorry." Darren's response reinforced Maureen's suspicions.[An adult man with an active sexual life has a habit of running every morning]?If Maureen had someone like Darren, she would keep him in her arms. Never mind the world if money could still flow into their coffers.However, making the harsh treatment a punishment?"I've also been
"Coming early?"Maureen was immediately faced with a question from her newly arrived intern as she struggled with the photocopier. "Work is waiting."Maureen showed me the sheet that made it out of the printer, then took the time to give me a paper cup filled with coffee labeled with a famous shop located across the office. "Consider it a replacement for the coffee you gave me the other day."Maybe it's because Maureen's mood is still so high, all the tasks on her list can be completed immediately. Certainly not because Darren allowed her to keep him satisfied, their relationship didn't go that far.However, hearing Darren's words directly to her father, Maureen felt that he was responsible enough."Ask Papa for permission to have a relationship with me?" remembered Maureen, giggling to herself as the ensuing long debate didn't really matter as long as the outcome of the two grown men's conversation gave her the green light."Anything funny?" Ben turned reality back on Maureen. The co
“The kids are looking for you.” Iqlima stopped by Darren's office before work and immediately questioned, “Where were you yesterday?”Their fight in the suite hadn't ended that night. There was no fair talk let alone hot romance. They just kept silent until they got home.Iqlima's accusations provoked him to make it happen. It was no use Darren denying or trying to stay away from any woman if he always ended up being the one blamed."Ran,” Darren replied. There was no mistake or lie in what he said.Darren does have a daily routine of running, steadily increasing the distance and Maureen's house is the furthest from his target that day.He doesn't regret in the slightest that he can get his release through various means, Maureen has a knack for satisfying him.“Along day?” she probed, standing directly between Darren's stool and the desk. Her hand gripped her husband's shoulder. “I was embarrassed to come to the school family gathering alone. I'll be the center of attention again. The
"You live in a place like this?"Maureen was still in awe as she entered the apartment corridor following Ben who preceded her with a box containing copies paper of the meeting results and some additional plans."Still rare, huh?" Ben turned to face Maureen and walked backwards, bragging about his rare home.When compared to the big city, their nearest neighbor, the available apartment buildings are still under ten stories. The effect of most of the soil structure on which the foundations rest is still swampy."Yeah, I see." Laughing awkwardly, Maureen looked at the details around her after exiting the elevator that took them to the fifth floor. "My friend lives in another building."Similar to the three-star hotels she had stayed in several times, the glass walls on one side provided natural light during the day and the plywood vinyl-covered walls were decorated with lights along the baseline. Serena's apartment building was much more modest than Ben's.As they arrived at the boundar
No penetration, just a short-cut leather whip that is repeatedly applied to Maureen's backside. Ben is initially hesitant to follow the wishes of the woman he has found strange since he met her.Ben was not bothered because he was used to meeting all kinds of characters in his work as a freelancer for many publishers.There are writers who have experienced a life full of eroticism, and there are also those who use writing about bed activities as an escape from real life that does not allow them to realize their imagination.From requests for companionship in the wee hours of the morning, to requests for video calls that lead to casual encounters. But trying out his tools for research purposes? Ben hasn't done that at all.Most of the objects he owned were limited to matching the images described by the author with the experience of seeing and holding them directly."That was fun," Maureen admitted as she accepted Ben's thick blanket to cover the front of her body and sat down on the t
"Coffee?" Maureen held up two paper cups filled with convenience store coffee closest to the apartment building Ben lived in as soon as the unit door opened from the inside.The owner turned in first and left the door open, a sign that Maureen was allowed to visit. Memorizing the location of the objects inside, Maureen took off her shoes on the shelf behind the entrance, next to the bathroom."How's your wound?" asked Ben as he picked up a plastic bag containing ointment for the wound on Maureen's back.It seemed that the young man hadn't had time to change since returning from work. It could be seen from the open shirt revealing a plain t-shirt underneath and the open laptop screen on the table where Maureen placed her handbag and glasses."It still stings, though. Especially when it comes in contact with water." Maureen said as she frowned between neatly made-up eyebrows. She sat cross-legged, leaning against the edge of the table and supporting her face with both hands, watching Be
"Where?" asked Maureen, who had arrived home first and had taken her juice box from the refrigerator.Seeing the sextuplet coming towards her sitting on the pull out chair in the kitchen that was attached to the dining room, Maureen knew for sure that Matthew would only do two things, either show off or be sarcastic. They were not that different."A date." Didn't sound like much fun from a young man who was used to having a good time at night.Especially if Maureen observes her mom's daily conversation about Matthew's date in the last two weeks."Are you dating every day?" Maureen was suspicious because it was unusual for Matthew to stick with one partner until her mind stopped at one eye-rolling conjecture. "Don't you feel sorry for your girl? You can't go out anymore. The other day I knocked you out.""I didn't say I was playing." Matthew took off the suit coat that lined his fitted shirt on the table, walked over to Maureen only to take the juice box in hand and was disappointed. "
"You can return the necklace after the contract is over.""What if I lose it?""Consider it an investment that you can replace with installments. Didn't you read the clause on the last page? I listed some borrowed items that you can take with you."The reason Ben laughed at Maureen after realizing his choice of necklace had made her grumpy all night. Ben's gift was by no means a cheap imitation. In Maureen's mind, it was highly unlikely that an intern and freelancer like Ben who lived in a studio apartment could afford something as expensive as his car."Shit! Shit! Shit! My credit card balance is over two years old!" Maureen continued to grumble as she drove to the building where she made her living. She couldn't imagine suddenly falling into poverty because of a necklace.The men who Maureen expected to give her solace, both of them even, gave her problems beyond her expectation. The problem is that she is the only one who seems helpless and loses the pride of being no richer than t
"Hi, handsome! Looks like you really like Maureen, seeing as my cell phone is still intact," said the young man whose name I didn't remember. Only his face was still familiar despite his long hair. He became Maureen's backrest while sitting on the stool opposite the bartender's table."You can keep my new number. Just type in Aaron."I didn't care about the way he introduced himself. I had only come to pick Maureen up and hoped she was still living where we had last made out.First impression when I opened her room, it was messy. I wasn't used to seeing things scattered all over the place other than our clothes as we stripped each other. The Maureen I knew had miraculous cleaning habits although not as perfect as her twin brother."What's the matter with this, Rin?" My question went unanswered, Maureen was completely stoned as she lay on her bed. I took my place beside her, observing the changes in the contours of her face which looked fuller than the last time we met. The strands of
I was abandoned again this morning. There was no one in my room other than the marks on the wet sheets. The smell of cum was so strong even on my naked body, on my cheeks too.An illusion?I rolled to the edge of the bed, but the pain in my groin made me crawl slowly. Last night's perpetrator really took advantage of the opportunity.I remember Aaron coming in last night, then another guy took me. Aaron said he wasn't interested in women, was last night the same guy he called sexy?His message this morning on the screen of the cell phone I just picked up confirmed the truth. The sexy man still has Aaron's number activated.But does he need to know I'm pregnant?Oh, yes. Do I need to take another test this morning to make sure? I drank so much last night and had so much sex, it should be coming out already, right?Stupid Maureen! I cursed myself as I noticed the large amount of cum coming out of my vagina. There was no blood at all.Looks like the hot guy even played with my hand.I lo
Still having to understand Maureen's busy schedule, I got into another habit. Chatting with a date on an app. It wasn't just about sex, although that was the initial trigger of the introduction.White Fox--she doesn't want others to know her identity when it comes to sex. She never actually met any of her acquaintances, other than me. She said, anyway. What can be trusted from online acquaintances?This time we promised to meet, to make sure the photos we received from each other were real. Without knowing faces, of course.The fox mentioned a club, not the upstairs part of the club where drinking and dancing usually took place, but gambling through martial arts action in the hidden basement of the city's high-rise buildings. She would see me first with a sign, a victory in the new fighter challenge session."Just because I mentioned martial arts, she actually challenged me." My mind underestimated the battle scene amidst the cheering humans.Unlik
My first year here, the fall season that just started, was very busy. Maybe it's the culture shock effect too. Talking to native speakers made me slower to digest other people's conversations. Unfortunately, Zac Efron was in the same room as me, the substitute lecturer.While the man whose real name was Aaron Cohen was busy explaining averaging down as one of the tricks of massive stock purchases, I was imagining what might have happened on the night of our date. He said I was fierce enough to kick his manhood, and then... the fragments of memories of touching a man without remembering a face were troubling me."You sure nothing happened that night?" I asked after our introductory pleasantries when class was over.Aaron gave a long mumble, placing his index book on his chin suspiciously. He clarified, "I didn't do anything with you, but another guy did. He was pretty hot while wrestling with you."Wow! Am I that wild to let someone else see my bed activities? Just imagining it makes m
"It's okay to leave you alone, right?" More like a notification than a request for permission, Maureen was always like that, on her own.I don't know what kind of relationship we had, just physical interaction every time we met, other than that... she and I seemed to be in different worlds. I've come all the way across the continent to see her, through hot nights that I feel like I need a long rest, and she's so noisy unpacking the pile of papers on the desk with the excuse, "I have class this morning."Well, what could I respond to in my half-awake, half-cocked state. The habit on a cold morning, already exhausted and drained from the night, of still being able to stand upright.Maureen is my fiancée, on purpose. There were things I couldn't explain to Maureen about our relationship that changed too quickly. From being just sleeping buddies, without dating, to having a status. Maybe marriage was included? It was also the design of someone who was quite close to Maureen."What time d
I was surprised when Angga-my fiancé-arrived when my date had just left. Our 17-hour-plus-flight relationship did not limit our interactions with the opposite sex, including sex.The agreement from the start of our relationship was openness. There was no way I could prevent Angga from fulfilling his needs when we started out as a one-night stand. Sex. It's a match. I got engaged because there were no other candidates, while my scandal with Uncle Darren needed to be diverted so that Grandpa's company wouldn't collapse due to the drop in stock prices."You didn't tell me when you were leaving!" I protested after our recent struggle. "I was worried, you know?"Even if he sends me thousands of fake roses, I won't easily give in to his apology for surprising me without any news. Yes, fake roses because real flowers make me sneeze.The previous two days I was like a crazy person who kept drinking alcohol because I had no outlet. Usually Angga would invite me to have phone sex in the midnigh
"Uncle, here ...." Maureen's voice was still echoing in my head, even the scene from last night was briefly repeated in the short dream just now."Shit ...." I cursed the front of my pants, which turned out to be damp and sticky. It was only a fleeting dream on the way, but it was enough to make me take another shower.The distance between Boston and NYC should have taken less than three hours, but I needed time to clean up after half the trip. It could have been longer if I'd taken public transportation. Luckily I still had my cell phone to contact the driver, as well as the cell phone of the young man Maureen was dating.Stupidly, I even replayed the video that recorded the vulgar scene between us. When Maureen inserted mine into her very erotically, I woke up too."Is this really like being a widower?" I lamented my reflection in the mirror of the dressing table that was the facility of the motel room at the highway stop.Moving to the dressing table and resting the cell phone ther
"When are you coming out, anyway?" asked the woman on top of me, who was still riding like a horse controller around the stables at high speed. Her hoarse voice sounded tired, but there was no sign that the rider was about to collapse.I just enjoyed the sensual view from the surface of the bed that I thought was too narrow for the two of us to occupy. While removing the hair from her damp face, while touching the softness of her sweat-soaked skin, I... felt deja vu.Eight years ago, when she did the same thing, when I was completely unaware of her existence. My first moment with her could not be replaced by any other woman."Uncle ...." She moans, lowering the speed of her hip shaking as she bends over. Ah, those warm lips teasing the dark circles on my chest. The slight bite there became very stinging in my head.I recognized her amazing stamina despite being under the influence of alcohol. Maureen repeatedly achieved release, felt from how hers clamped down on me, oozing warmth tha
"Angga is a jerk!" The woman at the edge of the bar counter continued to sip the contents of the glass that had been emptied of ice. She connected to another glass that the barista thrust in front of her in between swearing harshly every time she looked at the extinguished phone screen. "Damn it!"Her name was Maureen Jovita Abraham, a college student who made the most of her empty nights by following the habits of her new friends in a foreign land. And the cell phone's low power added to her frustration with her boyfriend, who had not been forthcoming."Where are you going, motherfucker?!" Her palms pounded on the table, fuming at the loneliness. The drinking partner who had invited her had disappeared into the crowd of music lovers."Rin?" The call came from a voice she hadn't heard in a long time, who else could say her name with the distinctive accent of her home country."You are here?" Maureen tried to lift her head, which was getting heavier from the effects of the drink, to lo